go+to+reunion

"I appreciate how much you care about our marriage. I will go to the reunion with you. I would hate for you to miss this event just because of a silly dinner argument," Karen replied. She tried to sound pleasant, but inside she was still roaring.

Two weeks later, Karen found herself at the reunion. Carl immediately became engaged in a conversation with some former frat brothers. Karen meandered across the room and grabbed a glass of punch. While she surveyed the room, wondering which lovely lady was "Jaqueline," a woman in a sparkly, low cut evening gown approached. Her lips were crimson and she clutched a small, black hand bag. Karen couldn't help but notice her perfeclty manicured nails. Karen scrunched her toes up in her sandals, as if to hide her unpolished toes.

"Hello! I don't think we have met," the woman exclaimed. "I just love these reunions--I'm so glad they occur yearly and not every five or ten like most colleges!"

"I'm Karen, here with my husband Carl. Do you know Carl?"

"Carl Longhofer?" the woman asked, choking on her punch.

"Yes! That's him."

"I'm Jacqueline. I'm sure he's told you about our blow-up in Florence!!" Jaqueline laughed. "I just couldn't handle his passivity!! You seem sweet. I'm happy for Carl. He's a good guy."

Karen smiled, remembering the blow-up lasagna dinner with bother-in-law. Sounds like Carl's "passivity" gets him in all sorts of problems!